I've decided Justin Abdelkader is my huckleberry today. I have a feeling, an inkling really. Something tells me this young man is going to be a wrecking ball of a force tonite in front of hockey's greatest fan base, in hockey's greatest arena, with banners hanging down and fat men with red cheeks sputtering while aging Fins, balding assholes and a pansy named Perry get angrier and angrier.

It's a big one. A big fat one.

Hope you enjoyed your Saturday, used your time wisely to prepare yourselves for what's to come. Somewhere, Larry Murphy is incoherent. Somewhere closer Darren Helm is wondering what he's done to baby Jesus. I keep waiting for the game that he's just, without fanfare, announced as a starter. Surprise me. I dig it. Fairy tales, I know.

It's a Live Blog, you bitches. Grab your seats. Unwrap the cheddar. Hide the pets. Warn the neighbors. Keep your whore mouths shut unless the situation is clearly deserving.

LGRW. 15 to 12.